Short Story: The Tale Of Peter Rabbit
by Sally Clough
Hello dear ones, Please join me as we journey into the world of Peter Rabbit and his adventures in Mr. McGregor's garden! Written by Beatrix Potter, this is a classic tale of mischief and adventure. I hope you enjoy my reading and it helps you to relax and have a wonderful night's sleep. Take care beautiful souls.
Transcript
Good evening beautiful souls and welcome to tonight's reading of The Tale of Peter Rabbit written by Beatrix Potter.
So get comfortable in your bed,
Take a big old stretch,
Letting your muscles know that it's time to finally relax.
There's nothing else you have to do,
There's nowhere that you have to be.
You can relax into your bed,
Feeling your body becoming heavy as it sinks down and down into your mattress.
Bring yourself into the room,
Into the moment by noticing any sounds you can hear.
Notice the thoughts running through your mind as thoughts do,
Becoming aware of all of the places that your body is in contact with the mattress,
Your duvet or blanket,
Your clothes,
Pyjamas,
So on,
And noticing your breath,
Not changing it,
Just notice.
And when you're ready we will begin.
Once upon a time there were four little rabbits and their names were Flopsy,
Mopsy,
Cottontail and Peter.
They lived with their mother in a sandbank underneath the root of a very big fir tree.
Now my dears,
Said old Mrs Rabbit one morning,
You may go into the fields or down the lane but don't go into Mr MacGregor's garden.
Your father had an accident there,
He was put in a pie by Mrs MacGregor.
Now run along and don't get into mischief,
I am going out.
Then old Mrs Rabbit took a basket and her umbrella and went through the wood to the bakers.
She bought a loaf of brown bread and five currant buns,
Flopsy,
Mopsy and Cottontail,
Who were good little bunnies,
Went down the lane to gather blackberries.
But Peter,
Who was very naughty,
Ran straight away to Mr MacGregor's garden and squeezed under the gate.
First he ate some lettuces and some string beans.
Then he ate some more and then he ate some more beans.
And then he ate some radishes.
And then,
Feeling rather sick,
He went to look for some parsley.
But round the end of a cucumber frame,
Whom should he meet?
But Mr MacGregor,
Mr MacGregor was on his hands and knees,
Planting out young cabbages.
But he jumped up and ran after Peter,
Waving a rake and calling out,
Stop,
Thief.
Peter was most dreadfully frightened.
He rushed all over the garden,
For he had forgotten the way back to the gate.
He lost one of his shoes amongst the cabbages and the other shoe amongst the potatoes.
After losing them,
He ran on four legs and went faster,
So that I think he might have got away altogether,
If he had not unfortunately run into a gooseberry net and got caught by the large buttons on his jacket.
It was a blue jacket with brass buttons,
Quite new.
Peter gave himself up for lost and he shed big tears.
But his sobs were overheard by some friendly sparrows,
Who flew to him in great excitement and implored him to exert himself.
Mr MacGregor came up with a sieve,
Which he intended to pop upon the top of Peter.
But Peter wriggled out just in time,
Leaving his jacket behind him.
He rushed into the tool shed and jumped into a watering can.
It would have been a beautiful thing to hide in,
If it had not had so much water in it.
Mr MacGregor was quite sure that Peter was somewhere in the tool shed,
Perhaps hidden underneath a flowerpot.
He began to turn them over carefully,
Looking under each.
Peter sneezed.
Mr MacGregor was after him in no time.
He tried to put his foot upon Peter,
Who jumped out of a window,
Upsetting three plants.
The window was too small for Mr MacGregor and he was tired of running after Peter.
He went back to his work.
Peter sat down to rest.
He was out of breath and trembling with fright,
And he had not the least idea which way to go.
Also,
He was very damp with sitting in that watering can.
After a time,
He began to wander about,
Going liberty,
Liberty,
Not very fast,
And looking all around.
He found a door in a wall,
But it was locked and there was no room for a fat little rabbit to squeeze underneath.
An old mouse was running in and out over the stone doorstep,
Carrying peas and beans to her family in the wood.
Peter asked her the way to the gate,
But she had such a large pea in her mouth that she could not answer.
She only shook her head at him.
Peter began to cry.
Then,
He tried to find his way straight across the garden,
But he became more and more puzzled.
Presently,
He came to a pond where Mr MacGregor filled his water cans.
A white cat was staring at some goldfish.
She sat very,
Very still,
But now and then,
The tip of her tail twitched,
As if it were alive.
Peter thought it best to go away without speaking to her.
He had heard about cats from his cousin,
Little Benjamin Bunny.
He went back towards the tool shed,
But suddenly,
Quite close to him,
He heard the noise of a hoe.
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